O Lord,
Aaron lifted his hands, the sacrifices were made,
and then You came.
Your glory appeared,
Your fire fell,
and the people trembled, fell on their faces, cried out in awe.
I long for that, God.
I long to see Your glory,
to feel the fire of Your presence,
to know without a doubt that You are near.
I confess, Father, that I chase lesser fires.
I settle for sparks of approval,
flashes of distraction,
flames of my own making.
I grow impatient when Your glory does not come on my timeline.
I forget that true fire does not come from me,
but only from You.
Yet You are still the God who answers with fire.
Not always in blazing glory,
but in the quiet flame of Your Spirit within me.
Not always with trembling crowds,
but in the stillness of prayer,
the whispered reminder that You are here.
So here I am, Lord.
Send Your fire again.
Burn away what is false, what is selfish, what is unholy.
Consume the offering of my life.
Let Your glory be seen not only in fire from heaven,
but in the daily flame of a surrendered heart.
And when I see You move, let me fall on my face
not in fear of rejection,
but in awe of Your holiness and love.
Amen.